open letter

Dear World,

You and I, we have a strange relationship. It is defined by our push and pull, the way we dance around one another, each of us trying to impose our will on the other. In some places, I know that you are mine, world. I have laid my will out to you, and though you fight it, you know that in the end you will lay under my feet, and you will call me your master. In other places, it's just the opposite. No matter how I struggle, you have the ability to keep me crushed and pinned. The trick that both of us seem to be pulling on the other is that, sometimes, the only reason we keep the other subdued is because we ourselves are unsure of the correct course of action. Even stranger, I think we both want to find a way to coexist. After all, no one wants to live under the oppressive boot of another's will.

Sometimes, though, you throw me a bone, world. You give me a little hope in the choices I've made. This is particularly impressive when you factor in the desires of the Father and the father of lies. I am pulled and am pushing against you three forces in my efforts to secure a place of my own. The father of lies throws doubts in my way. The Father, surprisingly, sometimes sits back and watches to see if I believe it. World, sometimes you bring nuggets of peace. While I enjoy having you under my boot, I love nuggets of peace. I just wanted to thank you for looking past my faults and improperly placed will and giving me those peaceful nuggets when you do. In the end, after the dust has settled and the final score card has been tallied up, I hope that you'll tell me I gave you some nuggets of peace, too.

Keep up the good fight. I'll do the same.

love,
taylor